From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 74: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (7)

Chapter 74: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (7)

His eyes roamed over her body like a man admiring his masterpiece.

Those thighs—smooth and soft like polished cream.

Those ass cheeks—jiggling ever so slightly with every shift, every tremble.

And those hands—desperately trying to hide the lace that was already drenched in betrayal.

He reached down, gentle but unrelenting, and slowly pried her fingers apart like unwrapping a forbidden gift.

Alice whimpered. Soft. Shameful. Sweet.

A wave of heat hit him—sharp, musky, raw.

The scent of want. No perfume could ever mimic that.

Time for the grand finale.

"Now... let’s get back to business."

She stayed silent. Wouldn’t look at him. Wouldn’t speak.

So he leaned in.

And kissed her inner thigh—slow, deep, like signing a contract with his mouth.

"Ahhh... n-no..."

"Afraid you’d cum?"

"Never!"

She said it like a challenge.

He leaned in and kissed her panty. Soft. Deliberate. Like it was a dare.

She trembled, every nerve on edge, but bit her lip hard and refused to moan. Not yet. Not giving him the satisfaction.

She was holding on like a soldier in a losing war.

’You’re going to lose this battle, Alice. So stop pretending.’

He grinned before he pressed his lips in harder.

She whimpered.

This time, the pressure was different, hotter, heavier, personal. Like her panties weren’t even there anymore.

"Ah... looks like the milk’s already spilled inside. What a mess. I guess I’ll have to deep-clean your kitty. Thoroughly. Professionally. No shortcuts."

"Wait—!"

"Too late."

He slid a finger under the soaked fabric—slow, warm, prying like a lockpick in forbidden territory.

She whimpered again, thighs twitching as the lace was tugged aside, exposing everything.

There it was.

Her soft, pink, puffy folds—slick, trembling, glistening like a guilty little secret.

Quivering like they knew they were about to be thoroughly interrogated.

"Don’t worry, baby. Uncle’s gonna soothe you now."

Alice was gone.

Just gone.

No words left in her brain.

Nothing in her mouth but bitten fingers and silent gasps.

She buried her face like shame could shield her.

And then—

The first lick.

Long. Slow.

From the very bottom of her dripping folds to the quivering top, like he was taste-testing forbidden dessert.

"Hyaaahh...!"

Her body betrayed her instantly. Back arched. Toes curled.

Kitty shivered like it got caught in the rain without an umbrella.

’Shit, shit, shit! I can’t hold on anymore!’

Her brain was already waving the white flag while her body kept vibrating like a live wire.

He hadn’t even devoured her yet—just nibbled at the edges.

Barely a taste.

Just enough to get his appetite going.

And yet, he was grinning like a man about to ruin dinner and dessert.

"Hmmm... tasty. But tell me, why’d that idiot husband of yours not want you?"

His tongue dove in deeper, licking through her folds like he was trying to solve a riddle with his mouth.

She shivered. Hard. Biting her lips like it was a life preserver.

’Why? I don’t know... either... maybe he doesn’t... hnnngh~’

Thinking? Impossible.

Rationality? Dead.

Alice couldn’t answer anything anymore. Not with that tongue turning her brain into soup and her thighs into jelly.

He kept going—merciless, tongue wild—assaulting her poor, overstimulated kitty like it owed him money.

Teeth grazed her inner lips, tongue spreading her folds apart like curtains at a scandalous show, then sliding in—deep, wet, intrusive in the filthiest way.

Long. Hot. Slithering like it had no business reaching that far.

Way more than what Alex ever managed.

Hell, Alex only tried once, gave up halfway, and called it "done."

Technically, she was still a virgin.

All Alex ever did was fumble around and then bust on her poor kitty like a microwaved sausage—pathetic, quick, and not even close to going in.

It didn’t even take five minutes for Rae though.

She came. Once.

Then again.

Then again.

Then again.

Four more times like her body was tapping out on its own.

Either Rae was a monster... or Alice had been craving this way too damn much.

Maybe both.

And Rae was thrilled.

He was in control now.

No awkward stuttering, no clueless poking—he was going to devour her today.

And that was a promise he planned to keep.

’Now... to get something in return.’

He smiled.

"Haa, looks like you lost the bet, woman."

Smack—his hands clapped against her trembling thighs, making her cry out again, another helpless moan from a body already fried.

Then he stood up, slow and confident.

Alice lay there, twitching. Boneless. Short-circuited.

She looked up, barely functioning—and saw his grin.

That wolfish, damn-you grin.

And somehow... her body still wanted more.

"What? Don’t tell me you’re already dead."

He leaned forward, grinning like a brat who just broke a toy on purpose.

"Aren’t you a healer? What kind of healer folds after just four orgasms? Honestly—weak. Embarrassing."

That did it.

Alice’s pride lit up like dry grass under a dragon’s breath.

Golden light bloomed around her body as she cast her healing spell.

She sat up, face red, chest heaving, teeth clenched.

Anger in her eyes.

But shame was still clinging to her face like glitter, refusing to leave, no matter how hard she tried to scowl.

"Don’t mock me. I’m a hero."

"Ooooh, look at that fire. Spicy!"

He wiggled his fingers like he was warming his hands over her rage.

"But... you still lost the bet. Hehe."

"..."

She clenched her jaw so hard it was a miracle her teeth didn’t snap.

God, he was infuriating. Like a mosquito with abs.

She wanted to trap his stupid smirk between her thighs and suffocate it.

But no. No, no, she had a better move.

Revenge.

Petty, elegant, underhanded revenge.

Whatever he wanted next... she’d just botch it. Half-ass it. Make it so awkward and bad he’d never want her again.

She’d ruin the moment so thoroughly, he’d be the one begging for mercy.

’I must win this. No matter how.’

And that, my friends, was her master plan.

"F-fine. I lost. What do you want?"

Arms crossed like shields. Legs crossed like a vault.

He smirked, slow and evil, then strutted back to the chair like he was walking into a throne room.

Dropped down. Legs spread apart.

And there it was.

The monster. Out, proud, twitching like it was eager to start negotiations.

"Worship him."

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[A/N]

I know, I know, it’s getting long. But come on, cut me some slack. Our boy’s been waiting seventy Chapters for this moment. Seventy! That’s like, a full fantasy lifetime.

So no way am I gonna rush it now and just speedrun past the payoff like it’s a side quest. He earned this. You earned this.

So bear with me, dear readers. Sit back, grab a snack, and let it unfold properly. We’re not botching this with a two-paragraph quickie. Not after all that build-up.

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